Immanentizing the something or other

A journey into stuff

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want—good or bad—BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Well, there was that time that started when you came out of your room in your new Purple Sequined Tuxedo, with the rest of the band behind. Rocking down Highland street passing out fity dollar bills to unsuspecting pedestrians and students, while Maceo gave you that sweet brass love... it was beautiful, man.